Poetry Disguised As A Man

You are dawn disguised as a man.
The hush before the world remembers it’s alive.
You are possibility wrapped in stillness,
a heartbeat in the quiet.
You hold the first light
like a promise in your palms—
and when I wake beside you,
I already know
it’s going to be a good day.

You are sunrise disguised as a man.
The kind of morning that doesn’t rush me awake,
but coaxes me into breath—
soft, golden, inevitable.
Your warmth seeps through the cracks
I forgot were there.
You don’t just start the day.
You make it worth beginning.

You are sunlight disguised as a man.
Not just brightness,
but life-giving—
the reason the flowers on our kitchen windowsill bloom
even when I forget to water them.
You wrap yourself around my fear
and turn it translucent.
With you, shadows don’t stand a chance.

You are sunset disguised as a man.
A thousand colours folding into each other,
reminding me that endings
can be beautiful, too.
You carry the peace of what’s known
and the awe of what’s still left to find.
When I’m with you,
everything slows
just long enough for me to feel it all.

You are dusk disguised as a man.
The in-between hour,
the sacred hush—
when the world holds its breath
and I hold yours.
You are stillness wrapped in safety.
A gentle pause
before the dreaming begins.

You are moonbeams disguised as a man.
Silent and certain,
you find me even when I’m lost.
You don’t shout to be seen.
You shine quietly
and let me come back to myself
in your light.

I don’t know what I did
to deserve a whole sky
that chose to love me back—
but I do know this:

I will spend every hour,
every dawn and dusk and deep night,
thankful
that you found your way to me.